#worst Lyrics - Section Boyz

[Intro: Sleeks] 

Fuck what you heard 

Fuck what you heard 

Fuck what you heard 

Fuck what you heard 

[Hook: Sleeks] 

Fuck what you heard 

My g's are the worst 

Fuck what you heard 

My g's are the worst 

Diss me, that's a curse 

Late night on a purge 

Four man in a Merc 

Door slam and then burst 

Fuck what you heard 

My g's are the worst 

Fuck what you heard 

My g's are the worst 

Diss me, that's a curse 

Late night on a purge 

Four man in a Merc 

Door slam and then burst 

[Verse 1: Littlez] 

Fuck what you heard 

I been up in the bits 

Trapboy can't go broke 

They hollering for a fix 

Manna' back in effect 

Money, power, respect 

Try man for a brick 

Hit the rave then I flex 

Fuck the word on the curb 

I've been up in the game 

Put a hole in a shirt 

Man getting lit like a flame 

On the strip, fuck a search 

Grab a tool, put in work 

Gyal a pop it and twerk 

Still with gang on the lane 

[Verse 2: Swift] 

Doing road, skrr' 

Do the road skrr' 

See your hoe, I swerve 

Tell 'em fuck what they heard 

Do a show on your turf 

Stepped in for the search 

Man bagged with that bird 

Six braps and then rr rr! 

Man's road, man's curb 

They clean man's dirt 

Girly giving man err 

Out ere looking skrr' 

Trackie un-der 

If I touch her, she gon' squirt 

When I lose, I come first 

Try diss me, that's a curse 

[Verse 3: Knine] 

Purple, smokin' 

Mix the henny, make a potion 

Hit the road on a madting 

Cause up bare commotion 

Ting, loaded 

Catch us slugging, get folded 

Bread, get Hovis 

Run it up and just hold it 

Dem man are informers 

Dem man are some talkers 

Over here we keep quiet 

I ain't heard or saw shit 

About business, man important 

Phone ringing, they calling 

I'm whippin' up, put the fork in 

'Til the dough reach enormous 

[Hook: Sleeks] 

Fuck what you heard 

My g's are the worst 

Fuck what you heard 

My g's are the worst 

Diss me, that's a curse 

Late night on a purge 

Four man in a Merc 

Door slam and then burst 

Fuck what you heard 

My g's are the worst 

Fuck what you heard 

My g's are the worst 

Diss me, that's a curse 

Late night on a purge 

Four man in a Merc 

Door slam and then burst 

[Verse 4: Inch] 

Gimme likkle this, gimme likkle that 

And the warlord come with the warlord chat 

Got gyal 'pon belly, got gyal 'pon back 

Come fi murder this riddim, and war 'pon that 

Gyal turn on people and try come back 

Nah likkle yute, man it don't work like that 

Man, fuck what you heard, man it work like that 

Ay yo my gyal, look on the curb 'pon that 

[Verse 5: Deepee] 

I know you heard about us on the curb 

If I said that I got bro then that's my word 

Wrist work, flexin' till it hurts 

With the driver, whizzin' and skrr 

Take a next step, put it in thirds 

Call up, call up, in the corner, corner, they can hold no search 

Top Boy, I'm cool nuh 

When you see the name, gotta big it up first 

Ain't got one, can't lift man skrr 

Baby birth, then man lift off skirt 

I see your girl chillin' man's merc' 

Section Season, fuck what you heard 

[Verse 6: Skepta] 

There's something that I think you should know 

I been on the edge, man I beg you please don't push me bro 

See I refused to pay attention to you pussyholes 

You Benihanas, you get chopped up like some sushi rolls 

I told 'em a million times 

Us man are in control 

Theresa knows Britain is mine 

On the frontpage covered in gold 

I tried to show man wah gwarn 

See my man rubbing his nose 

Now man have got life on track 

Them man are still out there troubling hoes 

Oh no 

[Hook: Sleeks] 

Fuck what you heard 

My g's are the worst 

Fuck what you heard 

My g's are the worst 

Diss me, that's a curse 

Late night on a purge 

Four man in a Merc 

Door slam and then burst 

Fuck what you heard 

My g's are the worst 

Fuck what you heard 

My g's are the worst 

Diss me, that's a curse 

Late night on a purge 

Four man in a Merc 

Door slam and then burst